We’ve had a lot of adventures with princesses in the past few weeks since Santa delivered a passle of princess Barbies to our house. The princesses have stood around looking pretty. They’ve had fistfights. They’ve had naked sex. They’ve basically ripped my feminist mommy aspirations from my heart and pounded them into the floor with their little plastic stilettos.
Fine. I knew the job was dangerous when I took it.
But opening the refrigerator for a midnight snack and finding two naked princesses hanging out in there? Really kids, it’s a bit much.